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 Divorce is rarely an amicable experience and for me, it was a very long,
drawn-out process that awarded my former wife, Paula with almost every
physical asset as well as sole-custody of our then four-year old daughter,
Emily.  Further, the Decree of Divorce awarded Paula with a very large
monthly child support payment and an unusual alimony stipend.

   For many years, I was quite irate and almost homicidal of the Decree of
Divorce, the lawyers that represented Paula, the judge, law enforcement,
the Uniform Code of Military Justice and the entire system of American
civil and criminal law.  Furthermore, I was especially irate at the pure
fact that I was being court ordered to pay a considerable amount of support
without having the financial ability to see my daughter.

   At the time of our divorce, I was serving in the Army, and the Decree of
Divorce granted Paula the right to permanently move from our then-current
residence of Fort Stewart, GA back to our home town of Billings, MT. 
Considering the amount of support that was being stolen from my net income
every fucking paycheck, I could barely afford a sense of a personal
livelihood, let alone the ability to travel from place to place to have
visitation rights with Emily.

   Though I made several attempts to keep in contact with Emily, my
attempts were unanswered and at some point in time at her age of eight
years old, I essentially surrendered all attempts and began to describe my
daughter as being estranged.

   In looking back to my actions that led to the divorce, my hindsight is
much more improved.  I mean, I did have A LOT against me and I did do the
things that were stated against me in the original Petition.

   With our upbringing of life in Billings, MT, Paula and I weren't
accustomed to the knowledge of African-American males.  I mean, we were
aware of their existence, but we hadn't ever been in the presence of, or
had immediate contact with any black male.  Of course, that all changed
when I joined the Army.

   While I was in Basic Training, I had a moment that had changed my life.
I was a susceptible and submissive trainee Private, who knew nothing but
receiving and following orders.  At about the sixth week of Basic Training,
the barracks room that I was assigned was to be inspected by the Drill
Sergeant and he happened to be a very black and dominate individual.  At
each inspection of the individual's wall lockers, he would release each
respective Private to the community "muster room" where they would await
further instruction.  I was the last Private to be inspected and the
barracks room was completely empty of all other trainees.  Drill Sergeant
Rice approached me and my wall locker with the utmost professionalism and
was apparently fond to find pictures of my wife, Paula taped upon the door.
Throughout the inspection, he commented on my wife and how she would look
good on her knees, sucking his black dick.  Further, he made it known that
he would fuck my young, white wife and there wouldn't be a damned thing I
could do about it.  Though it was intimidating at the time of his presence,
I found myself to masturbate at the thoughts of him and my wife later that
night, along with many more masturbation moments following.  I LOVED
masturbating at the thought of my wife with my black Drill Sergeant and
soon found that I enjoyed the thought of her with almost ANY black man.

   After being assigned to a permanent duty station and having been allowed
to have Paula join me at my assignment, she could see that my life had been
changed.  I was always talking to her about black men and how she would
look good with a black man.  One black man in particular was my peer
friend, Reggie.  Reggie was my peer in friendship and rank.  On many
occasion, we would have him over for dinner and beers.  Paula knew little
about the secret conversations that Reggie and I were having about her.  We
had many private conversations while we were at work and quite a few
online, e-mail conversations after work.  I had sent plenty of pictures of
my wife to him, where he would always be grateful and desire more.  At one
point, I was able to coerce Paula to pose in an artfully nude manner, and
without her knowledge, promptly sent them to my friend, Reggie.  He wanted
to see my wife spread open...  allowing him to see my darling wife's pink.

   Though Reggie and I tried unsuccessfully on many occasions to have Paula
submit to sexual relations with him, he and I never stopped.  Instead,
Reggie and I planned a consensual rape of my wife.  Unfortunately, a lot of
the planning stages were in e-mail form.

   But, it wasn't the consensual rape of my wife that caused the initial
beginnings of Paula to seek the divorce.  Instead, it was her little
sister's panties found in my possession.

   We had decided to take a vacation away from Army lifestyle and had
traveled back to Billings, where we stayed at Paula's parent's house. 
Paula's youngest sister, Keri, was fourteen years old at the time and she
was looking absolutely gorgeous.

   The night prior to my actions, I had gone out with my friends and had
gotten drunk.  Arriving back to my in-laws house that evening, I promptly
negated my way to the bedroom where my wife and I were staying and I passed
out.  The following morning, Paula had gone with her mother to some sort of
flower convention.  In my hangover state, I was partially awake and in an
attempt to fall back asleep, but I could hear the shower running and knew
that it could only be my young sister-in-law, fourteen year old Keri. 
Waiting patiently, I listened as the shower was turned off and Keri leaving
the bathroom.  I then made my way to the bathroom to delightfully find
fourteen year old Keri's panties on the floor.

   My hand shook with excitement in the reaching for this young girl's
cotton, bikini undies and when I found my hand upon them, I could feel that
they were still relatively warm.  As I picked them up, I was in awe to see
some of Keri's light brown pubic hairs, evidencing that these small pair of
panties were in close contact with some young pussy.

   Of course, I couldn't help myself but to lift my wife's little sister's
panties to sniff at the fragrant scent of a fourteen year-old girl's little
cunt.  One thing led to another and I soon found myself kissing at the
cloth of my young sister-in-law's panties and accepting the soft pubic
hairs into my mouth.  Shortly after, I carried Keri's panties to the
bedroom, where I would commence.

   With Paula being gone with her mother; and my young sister-in-law Keri
being in her bedroom, I removed my clothing and slowly pulled my own
underwear from my waist, self-impressed with the massive hard-on I was
preparing to milk.  I took Keri's panties and wrapped them around my head,
where her scented, cloth crotch was positioned favorably.  I started a slow
licking of the girl's panties, enjoying the soft, delightful taste of her
fourteen year vintage.  The sweet remnants of the young pussy that these
panties had protected had an intense flavor, with a slight seasoning of the
finest of salts, complete with the wisps of the finest, light-brown pubic
hairs.  Though I could only have the girl's panties in my mouth, I thought
of her nakedness and could envision her sweet little pussy being spread
open to reveal her hungry, pink cunt.  I started the stroking of my dick as
I licked more intently and before I knew, I was sucking upon the cloth in
attempt to juice Keri's panties of all of her tastiness.  The scent and
taste of my wife's little sister was so intense, causing me to masturbate
to an orgasm that left me limp and out of any energy.

   Unfortunately, my wife arrived later to find me passed out, with her
little sister's panties wrapped across my face and the dried cum on my
stomach.  Thus, these findings started the ball rolling toward the divorce,
complete with a criminal investigation.  As part of the investigative
proceedings, the e-mails between Reggie and I, planning the consensual rape
of my wife were also found.

   It is unfortunate that a Court cannot side with a man like me, who had a
planned consensual rape of his wife and had been found with a fourteen year
old's panties on his head.  Further, it is very unfortunate that two
soldiers...  me and Reggie were taken through the cleaners as part of the
Uniform Code of Military Justice Proceedings.  If you can't trust the
American courts in these proceedings, what court can you trust?

   Nevertheless, after six years of my living a life of a sordid divorce,
Paula was involved in a fatal automobile accident, leaving our daughter
under the laws of the State.

   It was not an easy process to gain custody of my daughter, considering
that my ex-wife's parents were on the hunt of my head and the custody of
their granddaughter.  They were still bent out of shape that I had been
planning their daughter's rape and were quite perturbed that I had sniffed,
licked and sucked all the tasty remnant juices from their other daughter's
panties.  In their minds, I was a pervert who had no right to have custody
of their young granddaughter.  Yet, and after almost a year in legal
battles, the Court did see in a different manner, granting me full custody
of my now eleven year old daughter.

   As I proceeded from the courtroom, with my daughter in hand, and with
the fact that I absolutely hated my ex-wife for what she and her parents
had put me through, I was matter-of-factly intent that MY Emily would now
proceed to begin to pay dearly for her mother's transgressions.  I do
vividly remember that upon award of legal custody, I took grip of my
daughter's hand and in a showmanship fashion, made her follow me through
the doors of the courtroom while my ex-wife's parents sobbed in disbelief.
My dick was hard with power and my young daughter was going to learn some
respect.

   Upon arrival to the airport and my new daughter at my side for our
flight home, Emily asked, "Do you even have room for me?"

   I looked down at her and replied, "You're a sassy one aren't you?"

   She quipped back, "You don't even know me.  You're taking me away from
my family, my friends and my home.  I don't even know you, either.  All you
are is a guy that paid my mommy a bunch of money every month."

   At that point, I wanted to take my daughter by her long dirty-blonde
hair and violently pull her to the bathroom where I could beat some sense
into her.  Instead, I calmly looked directly into her eyes and
matter-of-factly stated, "If you don't shut the fuck up, I will bitch slap
you when we get home.  Don't think that you can get away with everything
that you were able to get away with, young lady.  I am not one to take shit
from anyone, including an eleven year old girl."

   My new daughter cowered in place and if I were an assuming person, I
almost think that she probably dripped some fearing piddle from her
precious, uppity and virginal girlishness.

   As the doors of the airplane were secured closed, I hurriedly wrote a
quick e-mail: "I have her."

   I then turned off the phone, folded it and sat back with a smile on my
face as my eleven year old daughter sat beside me.  Unbeknownst to the
Court and unbeknownst to others, my young Emily was going to be slowly, but
most assuredly raped by the man who I had given permission to and would've
eventually raped her mother and my then-wife.  Unbeknownst to all, I'd
already given him permission to rape my daughter.